Chapter 782

The injured man, Wren Zellinger, wobbled to his feet. Despite his apparent frailty, his voice carried a fiery determination. "I can leave on my own," he said to the elder helping him. "But you must keep an eye on Andrew. Don't let him get away. He's carrying…" Wren abruptly stopped mid-sentence as if realizing he'd said too much. He glared at the Zellinger elder before trudging off with apparent difficulty. That glance didn't go unnoticed. The onlookers exchanged sharp, knowing looks, their minds buzzing with speculation. Did Andrew possess some kind of treasure? Something worth killing for? The two martial kings of Jandora felt their blood heat with anticipation. The thought of acquiring such a treasure and elevating their power was intoxicating. But they also knew it wouldn't be easy. They began scheming, each calculating the best way to ensure Andrew didn't leave the secret realm alive. Meanwhile, as Wren disappeared from view, his demeanor shifted. The frailty and pain vanished